The concept of purity rings is something that is met with a lot of disdain. Most people see them as forms of oppression, causing you to be forced into a toxic idea of what actually is pure. Others see it almost as a rite of passage. I’ve always seen purity rings as things that some people have and others just…well, don’t.
I have one, and I’m really happy about it. I don’t really mention it because it’s never been something that people have queried to my face about. Usually whenever I tell people, it’s because they ask where I got it from or, honestly, I’m not sure what other reason. Regardless, I’m met with confusion, because how can a virgin have a purity ring?
The reason is simple; I’ve been sexualised my whole life and have been sexually assaulted. I wear it as a reminder of the fact that God doesn’t think I’m gross or dirty or unworthy of sex within the covenant of marriage all because of the world’s doing. I didn’t always have one, and I didn’t get it in a church. How it happened is a cool story. The Lord said He’ll get me one and then two days later, my Spanish teacher gave me one of her rings as a parting gift because I was graduating. It’s hilarious watching how people think I’m engaged only to find out I’m not because it doesn’t look like an engagement ring. It’s just two hearts connecting.
I’m not saying that everybody needs one. That’s between you and the Lord. I just wanted to share this little thing about me even though no one asked.
Until next time.
xoxo, Diana💋